Mr.R came over Wednesday night to make dinner for the Monkey and me (or, ok, me...if only because the Monkey generally refuses to eat anything not shaped like a nugget). I turned him loose in my kitchen and he managed to take orange marmalade, curry powder, and banana chips and turn it into a chicken glaze with a pairing of cous-cous infused with all manner of exotic dried fruits. This was, I should point out, not from a recipe...and a near-replica of a dinner we had at Farrah Olivia last weekend. *Seriously* tasty stuff...
Today, he called me at lunch to ask how to cook a hot dog.
Heh.
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